As we approach the 60th anniversary of the television programme Doctor Who (next year), I got to thinking about why this particular series, out of all of the television series made, has endured over the years, with some noticeable gaps in time, admittedly.
For me it is perhaps the point that through the Doctor we can tell any story, from Space Opera to historical drama, from mystery to adventure to horror and everything in-between. Though the cast may change (another genius idea!) the range of stories keep things relatively fresh. And that not knowing what the next story may be keeps the viewer’s attention for the next one, of course!
With this in mind, I got to thinking what my favourite type of Doctor Who story may be. Certainly when I was little (and yes, I have been watching that long!) it was the Space stories. But the ones that seem to have endured most for me over the last 50-or-so years are the horror stories.
Low budget and cardboard-sceneried they may be, but there is something about the Doctor (a person of science) creeping around in the dark, dealing with things that are decidedly non-scientific that appeals to me.
And so I picked this one up with interest. It is a reissuing of a novelisation of the 100th story of the series, first transmitted October – November 1978. This is a novelisation based upon the original script and an Audiobook version written by the original writer, although there was also a novelisation published in 1980 under the name of other-legendary Doctor Who novelist, Terrance Dicks.
The idea of these novels originally was to provide something that could be read over and over for those fans who had seen the television series and wanted a reminder. In those days, of course, there were no recordings of the programme that you could buy and repeats of the television series were infrequent, which made these books the main way to keep an interest in the Doctor.
It’s a story based around the fictional Boscombe Moor, Cornwall, a place of ancient English folklore, standing stones, witches and blood sacrifices that makes me wonder whether such a story would be transmissible for family viewing these days. (But, I hasten to add, that like the television series, the novel is not graphic in these details.)
Without giving too much away, this Hammer Horror-esque beginning becomes something much more science-fictional at the end. There are strange silicon-based aliens, robot authorities and hyperspace to contend with, which makes it an unusual mixture of folk horror and science fiction. I liked it.
The big advantage of the novelisation is that you can go beyond the limits of a 25-minute television programme shown at peak family time and fill in details, which the writer does but not at the expense of the plot. It is clear that the writer has done his background research to give a little depth.
I guess that some readers may be wondering if this version of the story is any different to the Terrance Dicks novelisation? Well, there’s a lively introduction by the author David Fisher’s son, explaining what his Dad was like and what his father’s thoughts on Doctor Who were, and an interesting Afterword that explains to the reader how this version of the novelisation came about. The book itself is about a third longer than the original Dicks version and fills in background details and builds the characterisation to give a fuller picture of the story. (Having had a look at my Dicks version of the story, I can say that the Dicks version stays mainly to the script dialogue.)
Whichever version you read, the story’s straightforward, and even in the longer version is told with an impressive minimum of fuss and directness that makes me think we should have more of this these days. At about 200 pages, it’s a book read in an afternoon and great fun. This one does feel like a Tom Baker Doctor story, with Romana and K9 alongside too. The “Tom Baker Doctor” always has an impish quality that makes me feel that although things are bad and dangerous, you will be safe with him by your side. The prose here reflects that. I very much felt that it was Tom Baker in the role here.
It has been a while since I’ve seen the original TV production, but the fact that this book made me want to watch it again can only be a good thing. (These stories were originally written for young readers who did not have the luxury of repeats or recordings to look back on.)
The BBC are reissuing more of these on the run-up to next year, including Fisher’s other novel from the Tom Baker era, The Androids of Tara. These are great fun, and refreshingly short. I look forward to reading more.